12.13.2002

I am just a rural kid
Not too proud of what I did
Packed my truck and left my family

Tried to leave the things I know
To get some of that city dough
Make a name and live a life of ease

The work takes my smile away,
And I come home tired every day
Makes me think that all I've got is toil.

But times I go out for some brew
And then I catch a glimpse of you
Framed with curls, a picture of quiet joy.

Chorus

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